An Update On Things

[Innkeeper]

Last Thursday we closed on our property in Middleton, NH, where we are going to put our modular home after we sell this one. Before we got home on Friday our realtor had shown our home to some people who were looking for a home like ours in a village like ours. They took a contact home (in R.I.) with them with no numbers on it. In the mean time, when we had our last yard sale last weekend, a lady went through our house, and loved it, and wanted to open a B&B again in it. She is sending her sig other up this next weekend to check it out. It looks fairly promising that we may be selling soon.

When we got back on Friday, it was the start of our biggest weekend here in Searsport. We call it Fling Into Fall. I’m on the committee, so I had to help out with a lot of things on Friday night and then again at O-dark thirty on Saturday morning. Came home around 8 AM or so and picked up Bev and took here next store to breakfast to the “Hall.” At 11 AM we had our parade. We had a “W” mask and a “K” mask for people to wear in the parade. Our leader grabbed the “W” mask, and the rest of the committee demanded that I wear the other one, knowing full well that it was not my persuasion. So I put a paper in my pocket that said “POLL” on it with writing under it. As we marched along, I showed it to the bystanders, read it, and then turned around and went to opposite direction. Sorry Dems, but that’s the way I am. One lady got really pissed at me. We wrapped the festivities up last night, fairly late. When I finally got home, Bev was already in bed, so I popped a bottle of Chateau Peyraud. Had a couple of glasses, read a while, and crashed.

This morning we had to go down to Camden for church and brunch. All very nice, and had a White Rum Bloody Mary with the brunch. When we got home, as we had expected two of our kids, our oldest grandson, one son-in-law, and two of their friends were here to pick up some of our stuff. The biggest problem was getting a sofa bed down our back stairs. It took them three hours, and tore up our stairwell to the tune of, we think, a few hundred dollars. They had less of a problem with the standup piano, an antique bed and bedding, and a rocker. When all was loaded up in the rental truck, I fed them sixteen burgers, regular and cheese, and sent them on there way. I finished the Peyraud while cooking the burgers, and thinking about my stairwell. Bev and I had our burgers too. After they left, I popped a Salmon Run Meritage, and we killed it!!!!